Black Dahlia Haunting Novels & Stories

Henry almost choked after hearing his sister's careless words, he gave her a pointed look but the girl was totally oblivious of it meaning so she just brushed it off, the little princess somehow felt obliged to acknowledge her friend's intelligence and was proud to do so, that pride reflected on her as she was the one Dahlia served, she was the one who brought such a mastermind to the light and she found a shred of pride in that fact, luckily for them Rima pulled the conversation toward the three invading kingdoms before more people got involved in talking about the creepy girl, Unlike Nara, the snow queen understood Henry's vague intentions, and even though she wasn't fond of the girl who t

"Please! Stop! I'll never do it again!" But I had no intention of stopping. One hundred stamps. Not one less. Every inch of her was covered. Now, Dahlia was a walking canvas of the words "Blackmoon Pack's Slut." She lay limp on the floor, her body shaking with silent sobs. I knelt down, stroking her cheek just as she had done to me earlier. "Dahlia, there's one more thing I forgot to tell you." She looked at me with dead eyes. "This special ink... its scent never fades," I said, my voice as soft as a feather, but more terrifying than any threat. "From now on, every wolf who smells you will know exactly what you are."

Skin against skin. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. I just stared. Damien’s hand slid down the curve of her waist. Her hair spilled over his chest. A familiar scent hit me, floral and expensive. Chanel No. 5. My mother’s perfume. The bouquet slipped from my hands, hitting the hardwood with a dull thud. The sound made Damien’s head jerk up. His eyes met mine over her shoulder. His pupils dilated. His mouth fell open. “Elara.”

Dahlia’s voice sliced through the garage, smooth and venomous. “Well, well, Blackjack and her pet soldier. I know exactly what you’re planning with those little flips and secret meets, and Marcus was only the beginning. Keep pushing, and I’ll make sure Vex gets every delicious detail before you even reach the desert. Tick tock, lovers. I have front-row seats to your ending.” She crackled before the radio went dead. Raine’s hand tightened on my arm as Dahlia’s voice echoed.

She asks. " Nothing! You are just adorable." Dahlia blushes and follows her downstairs. She is being quite close to her. She likes it since she feels lonely in this dark palace. As if she has been staying somewhere bright, comfortable and warm. This coldness gives her goosebumps. She walks out from the backyard which is connected to the imperial garden. There are different types of flowers that she doesn't know but some of them, she can recognize with no struggles. However, the garden gives her a creepy vibe which she is definitely not liking.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

*** Romaine was still debating if what she saw earlier at Thalia’s garden were real or just a phantom caused by the black rose’s influence. A dozen of black-colored roses identical to a Black Peruvian Rose were growing in Thalia’s rosarium. Though there are black flowers that are quite popular here in Ireland such as the black dahlias and the Queen of the Night tulips, Romaine was still in doubt that the flowers she saw was in any way a Black Peruvian Rose. Considering that the latter has silver linings along the petals’ edges, much like the flower she saw earlier before she left her neighbor’s English-style house.

All over a sudden Gabriel is on my side but not doing anything to save me from her iron grip. Then suddenly she starts hiccupping slowly her eyes becoming normal again and loosening her grip on me. She looks at me with a pale face and then to Gabriel. She fights to catch her breath as we stare at her. "Helena," Dahlia mutters in fear staring at me. "What is it Dahlia?" Marco asks anxiously. "I saw it, a war is reigning at the strike of the full moon." she mutters panicky. "When the moon turns into blood, I saw Helena kill you Lyka." Dahlia continues.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

sort of way, then turned to me. "I'll give you a hint... The answer is somewhere stem down." I repeated the hint in my head a few times before I noticed it. He was right! The passage mentioned something about the roots, which brought my attention to the nightshade and ginger plants the question referred to, knowing that I was able to quickly answer the last three questions. "Got it, thanks!" I twisted to face him. "No problem." He made full eye contact with me when he said it, but when he caught Brandon's gaze, a smirk tugged at his lips as he silently scoffed and returned to staring out the window.